Luyện nghe bài hát Whole Lotta Love Goin on in The Middle of Hell

Whole lotta goin' on
In da middle of
Say
goin' on?

I leave 'em alone
Dey turned into danger
Studio shootouts, leavin' no
In da eyes of the
And not for guys

Fantasize an' nat rep
you move
While they the groove
Now the over, oops
time

Yo, my brother, can you a crime?
wanna take me out
I even 'em my own
(Can't we all get along?)

Rap iz a sport
Can I get
I hum to da maximum
What I is straight
From da strong
The New York

112 a minute
An' I'm in it
no mercy
To da that curse me

And when I'm in da
The feudin' be over
But the ain't
hate the way I say 'em
'Cause I 'em like
Zo to da AM

Beginnin' of an end of an
Incredible shrinkin'
Fiend without a

Still got for 'em
But some ain't got no
For the of us
So my boys get iller Illinois
to da noise

I'd rather off
Than fall victim of
And a low rhyme
If I go down they ain't wit me

So come get me, come on
Come on, on, come on
Come on, on, come on, come on